Gertrude

Freya's POV

My eyelids fluttered open, heavy with the lingering effects of the drug that had been pressed into my nose the night before with a handkerchief.

My surroundings looked like my eyes were still closed.

The room was a blur of darkness, and my ears were filled with a strange, almost imperceptible droning noise like the distant hum of a hive. I tried to make sense of my surroundings, but my mind was still foggy.

"Ugh." I groaned as my hand touched something mushy and sticky beside me while I tried to get up from my lying position.

Startled, I jerked upright, my brain reeling as I slammed my head on something hard behind me. "The fuck is this?"

"Food. And you ruined it. Took me a great deal of time and effort to prepare." A lilting, crisply accented voice muttered, a faint edge of annoyance evident in her tone.

The hairs on the back of my neck rose upon hearing her voice. I crouched immediately, ready to shift if need be. "Who are you?" My hypertuned senses would normally